with the courage of stars

show me where my armour ends show me where my skin begins iris ambrose || twenty-two || sanctuary knights mechanic

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So, since everyone seems to be starting fresh threads, that is what I will do myself. I apologize for not replying and not being the most active person, but I had quite the busy weekend. If you want to continue any threads, just send me a message and we will ^^. 

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Panic wasn’t something that plagued Iris; in any situation, she always stayed level headed and figured out a solution to her problem. Her current problem, wasn’t all to easy to solve, however. Threats to her life were all around her, taking the shape of bullets, people who came toward her to stab her and the likes. She had no idea how she’d remained alive for so long, but she kept doing what she’d been doing, using the gun she had skillfully and also making use of a blade whenever her enemy came close enough. Her lucky streak ran out, however, when she felt pain rip through her mid-section, letting the blade drop to the ground as she pressed her left hand to her new wound, her right hand gripped around the gun as she fired two shots at the man who’d shot her before she ran away, finding a place where to hide. Iris dropped to the ground behind a building, her mouth dropping as the pain hit her fully; the bullet had landed on her left side, the blood was gushing and she had no idea how to stop it. Small whimpers left her mouth; she didn’t think that this would be the way to go, it was too sudden, too stupid. Her fingers pressed firmly to the wound, trying her hardest to stop the bleeding, hoping that someone would find and help her. This was the first time she felt panic settle in her chest.

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erindxniels:

Erin was in the middle of grabbing a pipe from hers and Joseph’s work station when a hand had grabbed her arm and threw her from the small room. She landed with a thud and was met with the sword of an approaching male, a sickening smirk on his lips as he edged closer. Using her hands and feet, the twenty-three year old scooted back as quickly as she could; eyes never leaving the weapon. “Why – why are you doing this? We didn’t do anything wrong!” Instead of an answer, Erin’s ears were met with a scoff. So she kept moving backwards, but then — wall. She couldn’t go any further. “Please. Don’t.”

Iris was going around, making sure that no one was in danger. She wasn’t severely hurt or in pain, she was just tired but that didn’t stop her. With her prized baseball bat in hand, she went towards where she could hear pleads and found a man holding a sword toward a woman she’d recognized. Iris gritted her teeth and swung the bat as hard as she could, listening as it made contact with the man’s neck, a sickening crack sounding through the room before he fell to the ground, ❝ You alright? ❞ She questioned the woman, going over to her and holding her hand out for her to take.

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joseph-griffin:

Trying to contain the grunts of pain and effort that seemed to still escape his sealed lips, Joseph wriggled his broken body out from beneath the metal rack. Every inch shifted sending unbearable pain through his body. Joey was aware his rib was broken, but he couldn’t stop. They thought they’d beat him down and left him for dead, but the young man didn’t go down like that. Leaving a smear of blood where he’d been, Joseph finally got free, just as he heard the door open.

Iris was frantically looking for places to hide when she heard metal moving and some grunts of pain. She held up the gun she’d gotten off one of the guys she beaten to death with the baseball bat she always carried with her and slowly made her way around the room, a small gasp escaping her lips as she saw the man on the ground and immediately recognized him as a fellow Knight. She quickly pocketed the gun and went to him, ❝ Can you walk? We can’t stay here, ❞ She murmured, cautiously helping him sit up, making sure she didn’t hurt him.

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cassidyowcn:

In hindsight, Cassidy knew she should have left when she was ordered to, but she had stayed behind to help get the younger ones to safety first. They were more important, after all. It didn’t take long for the shouting to escalate to gunshots and for the gunshots to escalate to doors being kicked in and destroyed, and the next thing Cassidy knew was that she was shuffling as fast as she could with a hand clamped over a bleeding bullet wound in her side. She had put her body in-between herself and the shooter to prevent the death of an eight year old boy, and now she had to work out how to prevent her own. "Help…“

Sure she was a mechanic, but that didn’t mean that Iris didn’t know how to handle a gun and so she’d gone around, taking down every threat that came her way. She came into a hallway and saw some children running out in terror and as she weaved her way through them she saw the shooter, obviously threatening people still inside the room. Iris made her way over silently and didn’t bat an eye as she fired the final bullet into the shooter’s head, watching as he dropped. She went over to the boy and assured him that all was clear and to join the rest of his friends, before spotting the woman on the ground, blood gushing from her side. ❝ Goddammit, ❞ Iris mumbled, kneeling down next to her and placing her own hands over the wound to place more pressure on it to hopefully stop the bleeding, ❝ Okay, okay, you’re okay... come on, we need to get you to the medics. ❞

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brivas:

her legs were weak and every step she took was more difficult than the last. she’d been running for what felt like hours but now she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on. gripping a tree nearby for support, her ears perked up when she heard something behind her. ❝ here to finish the job? ❞ isabella was certain it was them but she was too injured to fight anymore.

Iris’ had never experienced pain like this; the palms of her hands were cut up after she’d climbed up a tree to try and get away, and only made it worse when she had to climb down. Her legs were shaking from how much she’d ran and her jeans were soaked through with blood that was spilling from her thigh. She hadn’t cried in ages, but all she wanted to do was burst out in tears, but those thoughts took a backseat as she saw someone in front of her, struggling to walk and clearly in pain. She limped over,  ❝ Well, that wouldn’t be a smart thing to do, would it? ❞  she questioned, ❝ Come on, I’ll help you walk. ❞

[dailyhollandroden]

i know for some girls, tight clothes make them feel like they can take on the world — and that’s fine too. but i don’t think that sexy only means showing skin; it’s all about wearing whatever makes you feel the most badass.